Last night as my mother and four Wal-Mart associates were trying to figure out which can of exterior pant was needed to create the shade "Hot Pepper Green", I wandered off to the electronics department.
 
I was in search of the new[ish] Fleetwood Mac DVD, Live in Boston.  Two DVDs plus a bonus a bonus CD, I knew it would take a chunk out of my already sad wallet.  I had attempted to buy it on release day, but MusicWorld didn't seem to have it and neither Patchell nor I could figure out why.  But there it was, $29.99 of Mac goodness.  I was thinking of waiting until I went back to school to buy it, but the powers of Lindsey were too strong. 
 
As I walked up to the cashier with visions of a guitar-humping-madman-Liddy Buck, I couldn't help but feel excited over my purchase, even though I knew from fan reviews that it was kind of crappy.  [I also purchased From Hell, because Johnny Depp was hot as an opium addict and Bilbo was the Ripper...and it was under $10.  I'm not going to argue.]
 
I haven't yet watched the DVDs, but I slipped the CD into my personal player.  Not bad, but not great.  Why they would put out yet another concert DVD/CD after the masterpiece that is The Dance, I have no idea.
 
But, worst of all, during Go Your Own Way, the replaced the guitar solo with the one from The Dance.  The fuckers!  Goddamn it that made me mad.  During this part of the concert, Lindsey would come to the front of the stage, and kneel down so the oh-so-lucky people in the front row could strum his guitar while he worked the frets.  Sure, it wouldn't have sounded as nice, but Jesus!  As if we wouldn't notice...